Infinity steps up to a podium, shuffles some papers, sips some mineral water, clears his throat and gazes across the empty forum

Ladies and Gentlemen, those of you who are neither or both, cephalopods, Sapphists and sentients all. The movement has come upon hard times. The comic is no longer updated, the community have drifted away and recruitment is a fond, long distant memory. Things for GGC forum, in short, have never looked more grim.

However I have noticed that a few of us yet linger, and in the absence of a chain of command I have taken it upon myself to ask who is still faithful. Ideally this task would fall to one of the Old Guard such as Squiddy, Strapps, Swordsman or even our glorious leader himself but they all appear to have lives.

I knew there was life in the old site yet! Why, between the five of us we amount to an Irregular Squad... well, we are supposed to be Geurillas after all.

I hereby announce that the Movement survives, if barely, and I hold out hope for the full re-establishment of our glorious manifesto of tentacle porn, sexually un-PC Matriarchy, the universal adoption of nudie pics of Misca as currency and anything else we think is fun at the time!

Infinity pulls out the second-hand photocopy the original document from the pile he shuffled earlier and signs it in red ink

Now we must set to work, Comrades! We need more signatories and soldiers... there is much to do. I trust you all remember your equipment lockers and their contents? I have taken the liberty of putting it all in order before calling this meeting. The time, as they say, has come.

Pulling on his neon-green luminescent squid infiltration suit with black-and-yellow hazard stripes, Infinity strikes a dramatic pose, his tentacles pointing in several directions

Onward my friends, to the Revolution and undying glory!

End pseudo role-playing thing

Seriously though, It's nice to see so much activity already. What all has been going on, folks?

I'm still in the same job, doing more or less the same stuff (as much as I can say that, when the same stuff changes depending on who broke waht last).

In January I hit a bad patch of ice and went down hard enough to break my right fibula and disrupt the deltoid ligament in my right ankle.

Three weeks in splints, followed by a month in a cast, all with a 'no weight bearing' restriction, then into a walking boot, possibly until mid June. I've got two scres in my right leg holding the bottoms of the tibia and fibula together to take the weight off the deltoid ligament, and they should be coming out in late May.

I wish. No, I just wanted to be as far away from moving traffic as [possible while I practised, and also learningn on lumpety-bumpety, uneven, slidy surfaces should mean that when I do get on the road I'll basically laugh at it and make it my bitch. That's the plan.

So after new xrays, and a quickly scheduled emergency CT scan, I'm going back into surgery on Monday because my right tibia now has new fractures since a month ago. Reasons why stumps both orthopedic docs. They're going to remove the screws, add a plate and new screws to stabilize the break, and possibly put new screws in to replace the first set.

Seconded, I hate hospitals and I'd feel sympathetic for you just for having to be in one for any length of time, but to have that sort of surgery going on... yeah. In my nightmares. The worst I've ever had is some stitches for being hit across the face with a plastic road-barrier.